San Frikkin Cisco

Arrived at San Fran hungry. Of all the places we could have chosen, went to the nearest Indian buffet. Tasted like home food. Not the mouth-watering, my granny's the best cook ever home food, the come home at 11 pm and eat a week old dal kind. The only redeeming factor was the kheer and the freezing gulab jamun.

Onto Golden Gate Bridge. A thousand photos and a very windy walk later, I was at peace.




Trying to find the crookedest street in the world involved more than 3 hours of driving with an unreasonably confused GPS.

Decided it was better done on foot. An unplanned walk up to Coit tower through steep stairs surrounded by teensy gardens and beautifully quaint houses later, I found my happy place.

A kind stranger gave us a map of SF, and we still couldn't find the elusive Lombard street. We were ready to give up when we spotted it.

Just how crooked can a street be? You have to see it to believe it.



San Fran just has to be done. Just has to. Even though I skipped all the art deco-y period stuff and most of the tourist-y places like Alcatraz, I felt like singing through it all.

It is one of the most beautifully quaint cities on earth. I will be going back, for sure.

I discovered I am a soft gooey traveler inside, complete with squeals at the sight of ancient moldings on downtown buildings. Might be all those hours of Lonely Planet. Then again, it might be San Francisco.

Possession

"What is it my dear?"

Ah, how can we bear it?"

Bear what?"

This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?"

We can be quiet together, and pretend - since it is only the beginning - that we have all the time in the world."

And every day we shall have less. And then none."

Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?"

No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere."

— A.S. Byatt

Carnegie

At CMU.

The people here are so brilliant it's blinding. Either that or they are super dooper hard working, which roughly translates to awesome research.

Being intimidated and inspired are the two modes I switch between here.Besides missing Nagpur, which the recent flood of convocation photographs did not help.

The amount of work is staggering. Need discipline and need to prioritize. Need to grow up.

Super excited about the prospect of the vacation. My ray of hope, my green light in the green shade.

Seth Goldin

http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2010/09/selfdelusion-and-selfloathing.html

Where do you fit in?

Short post

I feel homesick. The person I long for isn't here.

P.S.Ok, fine. That was really short. To the point of, why did I write it again? But I just wanted to say it. Put it out there in the universe.

Little ray of sunshine

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
-Lord Byron

Lists :)

Cannot believe first post of the year comes in March.

After many weeks of nail biting and frantic, paranoid mail checking, I got the following admits and rejects :

TAMU reject :|

ASU admit :)
CMU + PennState on the same day :)

The same frickking day. The day we were returning from Bombay after the most brilliant trip ever. The day I went to Kuber's house and discovered why he is such a cute person. The day i dozed off on a bombay local train. alone :| The day of Marine Drive and mint ice-cream sandwiches. Of a funky but ugly spray painted train. The day of Kyani's.

Goa was, though unexpected, brilliant.

Time for another list. Read and burn.

1. Arambol beach.
2. Chocolate pancakes. Banana Pancakes.
3. Trek down Chapora fort.
4. A new friend.
5. Rock pools with mudskippers.
6. Black sand :)
7. Breezers on Baga.
8. Sleep deprivation :)

Post Goa depression is a real phenomenon. We need a cure.